Captives

I love the new table and avatar~! Yeah I would think it was a few hours after that incident.

At the arrival of Ragnar, the new Stavanger Bay captive flattened herself to the ground, pressing her ears to her skull, and then rolling over to show her belly. It might be much, but she and Olor were at the bottom of the ranks now. She was even below pups she assumed.

The platinum alpha smirked at them, though it was not friendly at all. "We're settlin' fine m'lord." She said, not locking eyes with him. For the moment they chose to lay here until Olor wanted to go find or dig a den. Until then, this would be their resting place.

"Um, m'lord." she began, nervous. "I wanted ter apologize for Olor. 'e was worried that ya were garn ter kill me. That's why 'e growled at ya earlier." That selfless act of his, though she understood the meaning, nearly got both of them killed, or worse, taken into slavery. Since Olor could say nothing to rectify his actions, Ollie had to tell Ragnar herself, though he might not forgive him for it.